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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 9) (D/s, MMM/F, humil, nc?)  
Date: Fri, 17 May 2002 16:10:04 -0400
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Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
By Don Winslow

Part 9.  Saturday

Candace Ashbee was on her knees surrounded by four obviously excited, 
and completely naked men, their swelling pricks slowly rising up in 
various states of arousal.

The men had drawn cards for the choice position in front.  Lewis won.  
His was the delight of taking sole possession of the captive's mouth 
and lips and tongue; the very anticipation of this elegant beauty 
sucking his cock had instantly driven the man into a full blown 
erection that now stood proudly stiff before the kneeling woman's big 
blue eyes. 

On either side, she was straddled by Shaw and Crowley, their naked 
pricks semi-hard and swaying within easy reach of the kneeling girl, 
who wore gloves for the occasion.  They were to be afforded the 
singular delight of having their masculine equipment fondled by those 
soft feminine hands in opera-length velvet gloves.

Ben, the loser at cards, would have to be content with taking himself 
in hand, although he, like the others, would enjoy the perverse thrill 
of coming all over their former boss-lady.  He pushed his way in 
between Lewis and Crowley, looking down on her, contemplating the shiny 
dark hair of Candace's bowed head as he idly fingered his growing 
erection.

Lewis edged forward till his taut prick nestled right up against the 
kneeling girl's pretty face. 

"Come on, Candy Ass.  You know what to do." 

He moved the erect penis over her cheek; slid it up along her nose.

"You're gonna suck me off, and give the boys here a first-class 
handjob.  Your job is to make everybody happy, and they won't be happy 
till they're coming.  So you better show a little enthusiasm, cause 
we're all gonna come one way, or the other.   Either you do us real 
good, or we all line up to take turns coming, and then it'll be in that 
sweet ass of yours.  Whaddya think guys? "

There was rousing and unanimous agreement.  They could be forced to try 
the back door if she didn't cooperate.

"See, either way.  You decide."

He held his cock by the base, wagged it in her face, and obscenely 
tapped the swollen head against her pursed lips.  After the last few 
days, the threat of being fucked in the ass by all four of the 
bastards, was enough to get her to do anything they wanted. That 
painful indignity had to be avoided at all costs!  Obediently, the 
beautiful brunette opened up to take in the proffered cock, 
simultaneously reaching up to clasp the heavy-hanging pricks with both 
gloved hands.  The stirring cocks twitched with the wild thrill of that 
first delicious touch.   

Lewis took  a minute to savor the sweet satisfaction of seeing his 
erstwhile boss going down on him.  He couldn't help smiling as he 
looked down on the cock-sucking woman, inanely pleased to see his stiff 
penis stuffing her mouth.  The shaft slid smoothly, riding through the 
taut ring of her painted lips as he slowly pumped his hips in and out, 
in and out.  His hands came down to grip her head, fingers digging into 
the soft folds of luxuriant black hair, as he arched back on his heels.
 
Meanwhile, gloved hands were fondling the masculine equipment of the 
two men on either side. The heavenly delight of those small delicate 
hands playing between their crotches, cradling their balls, fingering 
and squeezing their erected pricks, had the two men swaying with eyes 
closed.  A deep throated groan escaped Shaw's lips.

Candace's hands were busy fingering the two pricks, while she bobbed up 
and down on Lewis's rock-hard penis.  He seemed content to let her set 
the pace, held her head lightly with both hands, rocking back and forth 
on his heels, savoring the sweet feel of his prick sliding into Candace 
Ashbee's newly receptive mouth.

A stab of pleasure racked this body.  He wanted more!

"Come on, bitch," he growled, lightly slapping her on the cheek.  
"Better than that.  Get a little tongue action going.  Suck me off!  
Suck me off, you slut.  Suck me!"

Candace warmed to the rising heat of a powerful surge of lust.  The 
sheer wantonness of servicing three men, the burning of the dirty words 
on her ears, the way his hand tightened on her cradled head to urge her 
on, it was all so incredibly thrilling.  Candace clenched the two 
cocks, in a vise-like, velvet grip and began to yank on them, hard.

Lewis felt her lips obediently tighten, drawing him in.  He sucked in a 
shivering hiss of breath when he felt her began to vacuum him with deep 
pulls while she sent her tongue dancing along the underside to tickle 
the sensitive flesh just below the crown.  Lewis groaned and tightened 
the grip on her hair; yanked her head forward till her nose was pressed 
into his pubic hair, and he ground his pelvis into her face. Then he 
was pumping into her, fucking her face with lusty pelvic thrusts while 
the busy woman struggled to keep up her masturbatory efforts.  She was 
jacking them off, pumping her fist with such urgency that the helpless 
captives could do no more than moan and arch back on either side of 
her.

The cock in her right hand began to twitch, followed by the one in her 
left; the first strings of cum shot out to land with a splat on her 
hair.  At the same time Lewis felt the surge of unstoppable excitement 
rise up from his loins.  At the moment of climax he jerked his hips 
back, extracting his pulsating cock, holding it between his fingers and 
moving the throbbing head to paint Candace Ashbee's face with his 
surging cum. He laid a thick line of cum across her forehead and down 
the side of her nose, and as she shut her eyes tight and turned away 
she felt the other cocks pulsing in her gloved hands. The owners 
extracted them; they too were aimed them directly at her. 

Lewis had left a trail of spunk across her forehead, down along her 
nose to where it puddled under her right eye.  Her brows and lashes 
were left thick with the sticky stuff.   Shaw took careful aim to shoot 
his cum right at her twisting, contorted face.  Slimy cum dribbled down 
her cheeks; dripped from her chin in long gooey strands.   Eddy had 
aimed his load at her breasts - sending wads of cum spewing out to 
splatter on her well-endowed, heaving chest.  Ben jacked off in her 
hair.  It took less than a minute for the men to discharge their spunk 
on the girl in the center of the circle.

Candace sat back with her heels tucked under her, head slumped forward, 
shoulders heaving as she tried to regain her equilibrium.  Lewis 
clenched a handful of hair and pulled back her head till her face was 
upturned, and that was how they took her picture -- with the cum of 
four men decorating her pretty features like a sticky spider web, and 
her dark hair festooned with strings of glistening cum.

******

Candace was looking a little wan, though none the worse for wear once 
she was dressed again in her jeans, the western shirt and boots -- the 
same clothes she had worn the day they picked her up in the silver van. 
Before they returned her to the airport parking lot, they arranged a 
slideshow on her laptop using the digital photos that had been taken 
over the week of her captivity.  Candace watched in shocked disbelief, 
horrified to see the color pictures of her clad only in stockings and 
high heels, or booted and gagged, or tied to the spanking rack.  
Pictures taken from the front, rear, and side, standing, kneeling, and 
bending over.  Pictures of her being spanked like a schoolgirl; of her 
riding the bizarre pleasure machine and seeming to enjoy it mightily; 
of her being fucked by men whose faces could not be seen; of her face 
stuffed with cock; of her cuffed and collared and led on a leash; and 
of her servicing four lusty men...and wearing their sperm.  

It was explained to her that if she still harbored any thoughts of 
revenge the photos could easily be sold to  any number of eager 
webmasters on the internet.  In a matter of days her image would be 
famous across the globe.  The photos would be a sort of insurance 
policy.  She would go back to work at BBR&J just like any Monday 
morning, and immediately apply for a transfer.  The men had talked it 
over and decided that the Korean office would be good choice.  

End of Part 9

THE END
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www



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